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When you talk too much,You make your profits to growIt's our big mistake to tolerate anymore

You have taken right place. Have we nothing to do.You have no limits, all your wishes coming true

When you trying to say, that we don't need to payAnd this all will be here to the end of the daysI believe in my eyes, and i see what you doSo I want to ask, I want to ask you

When I again will travel to my motherlandAfter 20 years will I'll see this bright sand?Around the Baltic Sea the forests will be still on place?Or this all will be sold out, by your grasping hands..

When you pretend, you feel sad, you have to hide your soulYou make your only well-being, you make this land to groanGive me just one reason, to believe in youWhen you make your way distorting the truth

When you trying to say, that we don't need to payAnd this all will be here to the end of the daysI believe in my eyes, and I see what you doAnd I ask again, and I ask you

When I again will travel to my motherlandAfter 20 years will I'll see this bright sand?Around the Baltic Sea the forests will be still on place?Or this all will be sold out, by your grasping hands..